Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burnin Bridges / Long Day, artist - Quadeca. Date of issue: 02.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burnin Bridges / Long Day |
| Feels like yesterday |
| You were just a phase |
| Never thought to ask |
| Why I was bleeding on the way |
| (Wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, oh) |
| Okay, I’m fuckin' stressed |
| Come from the heart, that’s why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest |
| I’m burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there’s nothin' left (Uh-huh) |
| The more they try to prove their worth, the more I’m unimpressed |
| I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn’t fuckin' left |
| I’m a livin' anomaly, givin' you all of me, kill or be the villain, |
| that’s a simple philosophy, hold up |
| Suffocating, get your grimaces off of me, don’t touch (Fragile) |
| Ain’t no label on the box, ain’t got a label, I just labeled me the boss |
| I ain’t got no premium Snap (What?), but they still wanna pay me for my |
| thoughts (Hahaha) |
| I just brought my own fuckin' seat to the table, they like, «Hey, |
| are you saving me a spot?» |
| You’d be lucky if I gave you a response, bitch, I’m busy, so I basically forgot |
| (Uh-huh) |
| 'Cause I got to write a million tweets to really compete, ironic when you’re |
| livin' a dream, you can’t afford a fuckin' minute of sleep |
| I think I count about a million sheep, I’ll never be really complete even if I |
| fill up an arena with like a million seats |
| It’s like ten or zero |
| Some people talk they like, «Ben a hero!» |
| Others refuse to acknowledge my music entirely, I call 'em Ben Shapiro |
| Uh, okay, now this is epic, you takin' shit, that’s a bit pathetic |
| I cut off all of my friends more easily than YouTube vloggers doing quick cut |
| edits |
| Okay, I’m fuckin' stressed |
| Come from the heart, that’s why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest |
| I’m burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there’s nothin' left (Ha) |
| The more they try to prove their worth, the more I’m unimpressed |
| I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn’t fuckin' left |
| Okay, I’m fuckin' stressed (Yeah) |
| All these hatin' niggas 'round, might need a fuckin' vest (A fuckin' vest) |
| I’m from where if you ain’t movin' right, you might get fuckin' left (Fuckin' |
| left) |
| And they copy what I do, might need a fuckin' check, cash flow |
| Niggas be sharing' the way that I move', I’m a asshole (Asshole) |
| She think she my girl, that make me laugh, ho (Hahaha) |
| Niggas be comin' with choppers, like «Boom, boom, boom,» bad bone (Bad to the |
| bone) |
| Made a couple million, yeah, that’s facts, phone (Click), hang up |
| They say I’m running out of hangers, say they want beef? |
| I’ma bring the angus |
| Niggas want clout, fuck being famous, they tryna flex? |
| I’ma be the trainer |
| Come where I’m from, make you give your chain up, you ain’t tryna fuck? |
| Tell her give her brain up |
| That ain’t my girl, I ain’t tryna claim her, if you in my way, better switch |
| the lane up |
| Okay, I’m fuckin' stressed |
| Come from the heart, that’s why I be sayin' this shit with my fuckin' chest |
| I’m burnin' all my fuckin' bridges 'til there’s nothin' left |
| The more they try to prove their worth, the more I’m unimpressed |
| I trust no one but myself, he the only one that hasn’t fuckin' left |
| I burn bridges, but I’m still payin' the toll for 'em |
| I burn bridges, but I’m still payin' the toll |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh |
| Climbing is quite enjoyable |
| If it wasn’t as tiring, I would push right up the mountain |
| But in fact, it is making a hundred foot a day or so, you know |
| Which makes up something pathetic |
| Okay, I’m immune from the herd, like an anti-vaxxer (Ooh) |
| Using my words like a tantrum-haver, I got used to the hurt from the random |
| chatter |
| They viewin the verse and get antsy after, no squares in my corner, |
| like a cam reactor |
| Treat a hater like my wife; |
| take him out to dinner, make a whole album about |
| 'em like I’m Chance the Rapper, like, uh (Ayy!) |
| We need to make a comparison (Hmm), oh shit, that’s embarrassin', oh |
| They said beware of the snakes in the grass, but I’d rather be wearing 'em, |
| uh (Ayy) |
| Everyone knows if I say it, it’s facts, this shit ain’t no narrative (What?) |
| Go against me and they play like they scared to win |
| Eating the beat I’m a fuckin' American, uh |
| I’m like, «Ayy!» |
| Let’s be honest, I really had a long, long day! |
| Okay, uh, I walked in like, «Bitch, what more can I say?» |
| Okay, what? |
| Huh? |
| What more can I say? |
| Still got the statements, stack 'em up, uh, you been in the way, bitch, |
| back it up, uh |
| Practice what you preach, I guess that’s why they talkin' trash, uh-huh, uh |
| Now they wanna pose with me, like «Uh-uh-uh, not so fast», uh |
| Your label be over me, like «Why we ain’t thought of that?» |
| Huh |
| Seeing me overseas off the grid, but I’m on the map (Okay, uh) |
| Just got the next statement, shit is out of line like David Luiz, uh |
| So many Ben Franklins, only blue life that matters to me |
| Wholly new life, how it happened to me? |
| no daps, now they actin' bougie |
| What you cook is from the cap, like you Ratatouille, absolutely mad, |
| if you didn’t like that, then sue me |
| I’m like, «Ayy!» |
| Let’s be honest, I really had a long, long day! |
| Okay, uh, I walked in like, «Bitch, what more can I say?» |
| Okay, what? |
| What? |
| What more can I say? |
| Still got the statements, stack 'em up, uh, you been in the way, bitch, |
| back it up, uh |